Easter Sunday

a vegetarian since the invasion.

thistles and weeds

when i'm alone, i restore myself.

what do you do when you can't show anyone what is in your head. when the words are bland the drawings are messy and the photographs are empty. they look at you and say "i'm sorry, i don't understand", and you try very hard not to scream at them, "but why?". when people have no outlet for their everyday mess of thoughts, what happens? love and nostalgia and humour and anger and discomfort and hurt and excitement and the many possiblities are all mixed together and what happens? i wonder.

a thousand thoughts run through my mind
a thousand words that i don't need

today i woke up with chipped nailpolish on my fingernails and the smell of rain in my room. all i want to do is sleep all day with the taste of fresh air around me but the devotion of my time to inking down all my knowledge is a necessity at this moment in time. the aching of my fingers is only rewarded by the constant self reminder that soon enough, it will all be over.

do you notice my fringe? it's both too short and noticably crooked. she fucked up.

collect your novel petals, for the stem

it's nice to have someone else to photograph other than one's self. it's not nice when they don't follow your directions, however ^^ . but i'm sure i'll live. holidays are cutee.

in my dreams i can fly

i can swim in the sky

il pleut, et j'ai mal à la tête. constantly falling over hasn't been much fun, so this morning i was fed a rainbow. it tasted funny. i'm trying to save money and it's not working so well. and organising exactly what dates i'm fleeing the country is proving to take a little work as well. ahh, it seems so far away though.

sundrenched world

everything will be okay

sometimes, i wish that we were glued. sometimes, i love you down to the very threads of my existance. there's more to you than the exterior. the shallow love that they can speak of, the love that exists purely in feeling moments that ring heavily and uncannily like the box office. your silence is more deafening than the others. your eyes speak louder than the songs of a thousand souls. and yet, your lips don't move. they act as a levy wall between your exterior and the swirl of emotions beneath. the emotions not even i can know. eyes flickering, mouth set, it's all fine. eyes blinking, mouth quivering, you're all fine. everything i am longs to know, needs to know. i seek solitude in your worry, your upset. i seek solitude in definition, the unequivocal statement, a valid linguistic measure of your trust. and yet, it does not arrive.

mercury

two ravens in the old oak tree

one for you and one for me

it was such a relief to talk to you again, doing what's best for you isn't always what's best for me. nothing clouds my mind more than thoughts of you and the temperature on your skin. today my spirits were crushed from the beginning, words of wisdom can sometimes seem quite harsh. needless to say there is always someone around to make me smile.

hier soir, j'ai fait des beaux reves ^^,

3

not long to go now.

sometimes i look at things, and just fall in love with them.

but not all of them. just pieces of them. like the clouds, i only like the outsides. the ruffled, puffy, edges. and flowers, i adore the balls of pollen just waiting to catch on your skin.

there's only one thing i am able to love in it's entirety.

and it's not a thing, it's a person.